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//ilutwin//

Angelica had to put her head down to stop her laughter. "Same." She looked at the teacher and started to think of more amazing angel jokes. She made it her personal goal to tell an Angel joke every time she saw him.

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Bellatrix stifled a small laugh as Kasumi gave a little squawk when she removed her finger from the dragon's head. "I kinda made her, I guess? I'm not exactly sure how summoning works, but it basically takes the essence of whatever you're summoning and creates a body an' stuff for it out of the materials you provide. Back home I used to have a ton of pocket dragons." She finished off her food and placed her utensils on her tray, scooping Kasumi onto her shoulder as she stood up. "I'm done with my food so I think I'll go pick up my schedule. If you're done, I guess we could maybe walk together or something. Y'know, maybe talk more about summoning and stuff?" She shrugged, a sheepish look on her face. "Iunno, I'm kinda bad at having logical conversations and the such."

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The unknown named male teacher closed the classroom door and stood in the front of the class, waiting for them to become silent.

"My name is Professor Blythewood, but you can call me Professor B. I'm one of the more 'chill' professors, but don't think I'll let you fly by whenever you want. This class is about learning how to kick some ass, not sit back and braid each other's hair. And if you think you're coming in here wearing your skinny jeans or your tight little skirts, you better request a schedule change in the next two hours because in this class we fight. You will be graded partially on your attire and you will be released from this class ten minutes early to wash up and change if you wish. Try wearing something loose but not too loose because, ladies, we don't want to see your melons hoppin' around everywhere. Every Monday, you are expected to be in your seat by the time I get here. If you're not here, that's a ten percent reduction off your next test unless you have a believable excuse. Tests in here are not written, they are physical. You will be graded on how you defend yourself, how you attack, and how you use your powers to your advantage in battle. Do you have any questions?"

//ends bc i dont feel like finishing

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(OH DANG CLASS IS STARTING AND I HAVEN'T EVEN GOTTEN MY SCHEDULE YET)

Bellatrix looked up at a clock on the wall, coming to the realization that she was supposed to be in class right now. "OH SHOOT WE'RE GONNA BE LATE!" She yelped, grabbing Randy's arm and dashing out of the dining hall. She dropped his arm as soon as they neared the office, running in and retrieving their schedules. "Here, this's your schedule." She said, shoving the piece of paper into Randy's hands as she tugged him to the classroom. She had scanned their schedules when she picked them up, noticing that their first class was advanced combat. She burst through the door with Randy in tow in quite a dramatic fashion while shouting "TECHNICALLY NOT LATE I STILL HAVE A FULL MINUTE LEFT."

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Melanie slipped into the class just before the teacher was about to close the door, and grinned at the teacher. She was never one to be on the teachers good side, or really anyone's good side. She sat near the front, since most of the seats closer to the back had been filled in. She plopped down into one of the seats, scanning over the schedule she had grabbed just before she had ran over her. She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms as the teacher spoke, not really caring too much for it. 'For a 'chill' teacher, you don't seem too chill, she thought, kind of annoyed that she'd have to dress carefully for this class. She did like the idea of being graded on attacking rather than on paper. She raised her hand, but didn't wait for him to call on her before she said, "Do we fight each other?"

Harmony waited in one of the seats in the left most rows, having skipped breakfast so she wouldn't be late. She glanced around at the kinds around her, a tiny bit nervous for her class, since this had been one that she was debating whether to take or not. She was never particularly strong in combat. She looked up at the teacher when he spoke, and glanced down at what she was wearing when he spoke about clothes. 'Well, I guess no skirts on monday...' she thought, 'And I guess I'm not gonna do too great in this class.' She sighed and played with the feathers on Nyo's wings carefully while she listened to any questions.

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Professor Blythewood glared at Bellatrix as she stormed into the class with Randy. "Find your seat and shut up. Don't ever disrupt my class again with your boisterousness, I was just about to answer this girl's question." he said rudely before turning to Melanie as if nothing had happened. "Eventually, yes. That's not until January though, until then you'll be fighting conjured humans that should practically be unvanquishable." he answered.

(btw anyone could rp as the professors lol)

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Angelica snickered. Chill teacher my butt crack. She shook her head. Angelica thought about checking on Capt. Crunch, but when she felt him stir on her back she knew he was fine.

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Oliver had made his way into the class, taking a seat at a desk that was on the far right side of the room. Around him, other students were filling in the empty desks. Most of them looked like friendly people, people who he could possibly get along with. He was curious on their backgrounds and what powers they had in store. In this class, he would find out.
Suddenly, the door flung open once again, two students making their way in. One of them was a female, the other a male. The female was shouting a phrase that seemed to be familiar to his ears, as it was a common excuse that came from students who knew they were late to class. He watched in silence as the female took a seat in one of the empty desks on the other side of the room, the other male that came in with her doing the same.
Between that and the attitude that came from the teacher, Oliver knew this class was going to be interesting.

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Bellatrix's face flushed a bright crimson color as she made her way to an empty seat near the back of the class. "Geeze, rude." She thought while absentmindedly stroking Kasumi's head. "I hope my other teachers aren't as rude as this." She gave a small huff as she wondered why the girl who came in after her who was asking the question didn't get in trouble. She sighed, trying to pay more attention to what the teacher was saying.

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Spencer looked down at his jeans when Professor Blythewood stated he wouldn't be able to wear them in this class and casually crossed his legs. He zoned out momentarily, thinking about how nice a date in the city would be nice with Oliver. He then turned his head to look at Oliver and flashed a quick smile before turning back to prevent getting in trouble by this "chill" teacher.

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((I was worried how behind I'd end up being when I went to sleep last night but it seems my worries were unnecessary. Thanks for getting Randy's dumb butt to class Sandevi. xD))

Randy was processing the information Bellatrix had given him about summoning when the girl suddenly yelled they were going to be late and started dragging him through the school by his arm. He didn't exactly have much time to react when a piece of paper Bellatrix proclaimed to be his schedule was shoved into his hand and then he was being dragged around again. In no time, they burst through a classroom door and were met with a baldy who didn't seem too happy about their late arrival.

Dazed and confused, Randy spotted his stupid name on one of the desks and simply sat down on. He didn't even know what class he was currently attending. Realizing he had his schedule still in his hand, the lad straightened out the crumbled paper and tensed slightly. Advanced combat, right off the bat. He wasn't feeling too confident about his choice anymore. Sighing, he folded the paper and tucked it into one of the front pockets of his jeans.

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While Ethan was walking though the hallways, he saw students piling into their classrooms and the halls gradually becoming emptier. Some of the classrooms that he passed were packed with students, while others were completely vacant.
After pacing through be endless hallways, Ethan finally reached one of the potion labs. He peered through the glass in the door and saw a woman, who he assumed to be the teacher. She was quite young, couldn't have been teaching for more than a few years. Her hair was a shade of dark green, and her eyes a light purple. Ethan thought that maybe a potion had blown up in her face to make them such unusual colours. The name on the door said the that the teacher was called Miss Verula. He knocked on the door and entered the classroom.
"Hello, may I help you with something?" She said to him without taking her eyes off of her desk.
Ethan looked around the classroom before answering. Almost every available space on the walls were covered with glass cupboards that held liquids and herbs of every range and colour. In the centre of the room were two person desks for the students to sit at. He looked at the teacher. "Umm, I'm looking for some potion vials and thought this would be the best place to get them."
She looked up at him, "You're right, this would be the best place to get them, but why would you need them?" She questioned.
Ethan walked over to her desk. "I need them for my power. I'm a hydrokinetic, and I am going to use them to hold water. And I'd probably need something to carry the vials in also."
"I see, let me check to see what I have." She replied as she walked into the classroom storeroom.

(I was going to write more until I realised how long this already was x.x)

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(i guess classes were that boring for no one to say anything for 6 days) Joanne enters her room to practice her telekinesis. she sets the book up and uses her power to pull the book to her hand with her eyes closed. When she opened them she realized the book was in her hand for once during all this time of practicing.

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(I guess nobody really wants to rp the teacher so I guess I will? Forgive me if I'm terrible at it tho)

"We shall begin learning basic techniques the next time you're attending my class, when you're all properly dressed. Today you shall learn the rules and guidelines of when we practice. Rule number one: Don't do anything stupid. This one should be a no-brainer to most of you, so make sure not to try anything obscurely idiotic. Rule number two: Do not attempt to attack in any way that could cause peril to any of your classmates, at least until January. I do not want any of my students beating each other up in class until we actually get to the point of student to student combat, and even then those fights ill be prevented from going to far. Rule number three: No skipping or leaving class without a legitimate reason. I understand if you have a medical emergency, but I don't want anyone "going to the bathroom" and not returning. Follow these guidelines and I'm sure we'll get along." The professor said. "Now today, since none of you are prepared for any real scuffles, I'll explain some basic techniques and maneuvers for the next time you have this class." He began explaining said techniques, scribbling examples on a whiteboard on the front wall of the classroom.

Bellatrix paid attention to the first few minutes of the professor's explanations, before realizing that she already knew majority of these techniques from self-defense and various other combat classes she had taken before. She gently nudged Randy -who was seated next to her- with her elbow, scribbling a note on a piece of scrap paper and sliding it onto his desk while the professor wasn't paying attention. The contents were somewhere along the lines of this:

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The rules the teacher listed were quite basic and wouldn't have even needed to be voiced unless you were a complete moron. Though it wasn't like Randy had any faith that there wasn't any morons among his peers. When the teacher actually started to explain the things they needed to learn, Randy began scribbling down some quick notes as he listened intently. His handwriting was quite the jumbled mess and the lad suspected deciphering any of his notes would be quite the task for anyone else than himself.

Unfortunately, Randy's concentration towards the lesson in progress was disrupted as Bellatrix nudged him with her elbow. Again. What was with the girl and elbowing him? The lad suppressed his flinch while he watched Bellatrix write something on a paper and slide it on his desk. Well, passing notes during class was definitely a new experience for him. Randy raised an eyebrow as he took the paper warily. As he read it, his expression went from wary to confused and just plain suspicious. Why were people suddenly wanting to be his friends? First Ethan and now this?

With his posture tense, Randy shrunk into himself as his grip on the paper tightened, grumbling it slightly. Bellatrix was starting to make him really nervous, uncomfortable even. She was being way too familiar and pushy and it put him on edge. It certainly didn't help that she was... well, a she. Randy scowled at the paper like it had personally insulted him for a while before he finally flipped the paper around and wrote his reply, making sure it was actually readable unlike his notes:

Randy quickly slipped the paper back onto Bellatrix's desk without even realizing to make sure the teacher didn't see it. Hopefully he had been rude enough to get the girl to back off. Returning his attention to the whiteboard, Randy realized he had missed quite a bit. He tried to pay attention again while chewing on his lower lip anxiously.

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Bellatrix was a bit excited when Randy returned the piece of paper with a reply. This was probably the closest she had gotten to actually bonding with someone her age. She reviewed the thought in her head, realizing how sad that fact was. She brushed the melancholy feeling away, turning her attention to the slip of paper. Her cheerfulness gradually diminished as her eyes flickered over the letters on the paper. She would've expected to be feeling more indifferent the more she was spurned, but it still hurt as much as the first time she had been turned down on the offer of friendship. It didn't make sense to her how some people made friends so easily. Some people didn't even try and they ended up with loads of friends. She had tried to be friendly, to be sweet, and to be as likable as them, but it seemed no one cared to befriend her. Bellatrix sighed, slipping the scrap of paper into her pocket, sneaking a glance at Randy, who was focusing on what the professor was writing on the board. She suddenly felt bad for him, wondering if he had the same problem she did, an issue with forming relationships. She swept this thought away, done with feeling sad about anything. If he wanted to be alone, then she'd let him be alone. She turned back to her notebook, satisfied with her decision. Besides, how hard could it be, to be friends with at least one of the students? Reconciled, she stroked Kasumi's head as she doodled on her notebook paper, waiting for the class to end.

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